Poems of the Week

Swan Song

by Marshall Begel

“Someone Threw Their Mother’s Ashes on Stage During Pink’s Performance in London”
Rolling Stone

For my remains, I tend to think
Of artists more my age than Pink.

So if I’m failed by penicillin,
Share my ashes with Bob Dylan.

Or maybe just arrange my bones
On stage among The Rolling Stones.

If I could join their ranks instead,
Consider me The Grateful Dead.